AN: Here they come! Here come the Winchesters! They're demon hunters on wheels! They're hunters and they're chasing after someone! They're gaining on you, so you better look alive! Dean's revving up the powerful IMPALA! When the odds are against them and there's dangerous work to do, you bet your life the Winchesters will see it through! Go Winchesters! Go Winchesters! GO! Sorry, not sorry. I've been watching Speed Racer for the last like five days. Moving on. BTWSS has been removed per my friends' request. I don't know the reason but I honored her request. Sorry y'all. Moving forwards. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed Sleepy Little Sickos! That fic was a lot of fun to write :) I wanted this out sooner but pulled muscles, delayed packages, dog sitting, phone slowly dying a painful death, endless job hunting, helping other authors with their work (y'all are doing great, keep it up!), and book projects! Yeah. Busy girl in the course of a few days. Whew. Anyways, here's the overdue s5 fix-it that's been stewing in my head for years.
Summary: s5 fix-it! Long overdue ;) Sam finds a home in the Men of Letters Bunker, finding ways to stop the devil. With the devil stopped and not wanting to return home, Sam finds a way to keep himself busy.
Profile up and running!
Mistakes? Most likely. Flames? *pulls out The First Blade*
Enjoy my loves!
Cold Nights Are Long
The wind howled through the mountains blowing snow to blanket the earth beneath. Further down towards the river that rushes past without a care, the snow is stained red.
The body of a creature that laid waste to land and village nearby was half in and half of the rushing water. The currents were angry that vile blood tainted it's pure and crisp body. The angry currents swept the dead beast away and allowed the snow and icy water from the mother falls above to cleanse it. The rapids calmed down and flowed with worry. The one who rid the forest of the foul beast was dying.
The one who rid the forest of the foul beast laid beneath an elderly tree, bleeding from his wounds. His energy is slowing waning. The snow beneath stained a deep angry red.
The boy stared ahead at white covered wonderland before him and let a tear fall from his pale cheek.
The forest sent him a guardian. A guardian to look after him, to love him, to listen, and to never be alone again.
The guardian walked up to the boy and licked the tear away. The guardian howled loud and deep, then silenced itself. It laid down on the boy despite the blood to keep his charge warm.
The boy flinched when he felt something lick his cheek and then laid on top of him to keep him warm after singing his song. The boy wrapped a weak arm around his protector and let his heavy eyes close.
The darkness carried him away to peaceful oblivion.
Daaaaaaamn that was vague. This was once a poem I wrote. It's different than this but most of it's the same.
Until Next Time! *hums Speed Racer theme*
